My motivation was simpler. Greed. The potential sale of the family business had left me in a bind. And the only way to remedy it was to actually be there.
But this required the old school face to face meeting and keeping promises.
Promises I would honor if so no other reason then to say that I did what I said I would.
I didn’t want to return home. Promises must be kept. Whether I liked the places I had to go to do it or not.
The small airfield near my hometown was barely big enough to land my private plane. The pilot managed to get it down in the limited landing space using every inch of ground available. I promised him a healthy bonus when this was over. He had earned it.
The black caddy that was waiting for me was older then I am. The clean lines of the fenders and doors spoke of another time and place.
I got in and meet her.
“You came.” She took my hand and squeezed it.
“I said I would.”
“ I know, but I didn’t expect you to actually show up.”
“You know me better than that, I do what I say I will.”
“You have the papers?” I patted the briefcase by my side.
“Good, we now have enough stock and options to stop the sale of the company.”
“I also found the papers and pictures of his girlfriend and her friends. That should put an end of this nonsense.”
The board meeting later that afternoon promised to be a fiery one.
Heads would roll.